American Revolution Is Needed! (Old Writings)

I wrote this 3 or 4 years ago. Therefore, you will see grammar mistakes, opinions, thoughts, and feelings, much different from what they are today. I am consistently changing and maturing. I love reading my old writings and seeing how I thought and improved from back then. I was about 21 or 22 when I wrote this.

The 2005, riot in France, took a wide turn towards a revolution. As you all might remember, group of about 10 high school students were playing football in the Paris suburb of Clichy-Sous-Bois. Supposedly, the teenagers ran and hid when police officers arrived to check their ID’s.

Three students thought the police were chasing them so; they climbed onto a building, to hide in a power substation. A transformer in the electric substation electrocuted them. This caused tensions in the community. This event ignited pre-existing tensions. There was a lot of harassment and police brutality in the community. Many people in the community joined to speak against police brutality and police harassment. “People are joining together to say we’ve had enough”, said one protester. “The Associated Press”

This is a great example of how the government had not done anything to help the people in the ghetto. If this ignited the riots in France, who is it to say that America, would not step into the hot ring and start its own riots; because of police brutality and police harassment. Maybe we are waiting for another incident to occur, until someone raises their glass, and starts organizing an army against the police and the government.

What has taken so long for the Americans to step in and fight for our right to freedom? It seems that our life is not as free as the constitution outlines. If this is the case, who is to say what our rights really are? I feel that revolution needs to implode, maybe then, will our government system shake up and realize that we are not walking zombies, but people with families, love and people who wish for greatness for everyone.

I suppose we need another incident, which will ignite some energy that will fuel another senator to sign a bill, which has nothing to do with helping our country. I suppose it is easier to sign things that do not matter, than things that do. When will America, wake up and start working as a community. When will we realize things are drastically declining, and we are losing thousands of soldiers, while we contemplate on things that do not matter? Who needs another topic on who Angelina Jolie adopted or if Madonna is trying to compete with Angelina Joe Lee. Why does it matter and really, who cares?

I believe that it is time to unite and come to a sensible conclusion for improvement of America. I feel that time is running out, and we are slowly declining to the bottomless hole of evaporation.

Life's Observations Part 3

Peace on earth is more beautiful than love. Truth is hard to find, but lies are spread out throughout our planet. Why is it difficult for us to be peaceful; but easier to be rude and obnoxious? Why do we put ourselves first and ignore the other people’s feelings? You would think the word, “love”, which we continuously toss around, like it was keys, would instead be sprinkled onto our planet and into people’s hearts that are around us.

We are a spoiled civilization full of fat cats, who sit around and continue to pet their fat bellies, while yelling, "I need more money in order to buy more shit I do not need" Oh, how wonderful! Let us buy more things, so that we can stuff our damn garages so high that we cannot open the garage doors. You do realize most of these objects rot away, anyway. I know you know, but do you care? I bet you do not. Why care? I guess it is easier to let shit be, than care for something as simple as peace, love, and our community.

The choices you make today, will not necessarily determine the whole path in an instant. However, if you question the path you are on right now and you love this path, why not continue, but if you hate the path and the journey you are on now, why not change it? Remember, Satan exists in our minds, but beauty exists on the outside.

Who Or What Am I? (My Old Writings)

I was taking a spiritual course online and I was asked: Who or What Am I? Here is what I wrote in about 10 min. I wrote this 5 years ago. Therefore, my thoughts, feelings, and my grammar have improved and my explanations have changed as well. I find it interesting, reading my old writings and seeing how I have grown and improved.

Who or what am I? Is the question that has been raised? It does seem somewhat a simplistic question, yet; it has a ring to it. I for one hand consider myself, not human. I feel that I have powers, which an average person does not possess. If share this with the world, I feel that I would be ridiculed, or something. Therefore, I simply keep it to myself, or my writings. I feel that I posses powers, that are very powerful. I also, feel that I have not fully understood what the powers are. I sometimes feel like an Otherkin. I do not know if that is weird, or scary. Nevertheless, I mean it is just a feeling I have. It is a tough question. I have multiple answers. It depends. I mean at times I feel like a complex human being or just a complicated one and at times I feel somewhat useless. I do not know, it is a hard question to ask. It does bother me, because I do not know who I want to be, or if I know how I can tap into that complex part of my brain. I have multiple questions, about who I am. Sometimes I even feel like I have reached enlightenment, and sometimes I feel like I have not. I mean I am 19 years old, and at this age, I know quite a bit. Then I go out and see and experience things and I feel as if I have not experienced much. I have to think about that question a little more. I still believe that I am very complex and no one can touch me. I feel invisible. I mean maybe the way I feel, has to do something with my age; maybe it is the feeling of being invisible, and nothing being able to “touch” me. On the other hand, maybe I am just afraid of myself, maybe I am afraid of who I can be and not wanting to face reality. I do get flashbacks. Or have gotten them. I had a flashback where I was a little kid. Walking in the center of burning fire. I was about 7 years old. It was a weird feeling. I was walking on the ground; it felt hot. It lasted 15 seconds or so. I do not know. I need to think about it a little. But for now, this is who I think I am.

A Speech About Leon: From A Reader!

My name is Alfredo Muniz and I had to write a 2-minute speech

introducing a speaker for my Communications Class. I chose Leon Basin

because I knew that I could write a lot about him since he is a very

interesting person. I was supposed to get the audience (my

class) hyped up for Leon's speech and get Leon all excited to speak.

This isn’t the best work I’ve done in the class but its something that

Leon wanted me to share so I hope it is enough.

[“I write. I have written three books. Hopefully, I will write a dozen

more.” A quote by a very poetical writer- Leon Basin. Leon is just an

ordinary guy with an extraordinary mind. He has many achievements,

clear goals, and guts to move forward; today he is going to talk about

what you can do to become an amazing writer as well. But before he

begins, let me tell you a little bit about what he does and what he

did.

Leon is a mammoth when it comes to writing, he does not just linger on

one topic or genre, he writes about everything from novels to poems to

life experiences to society. The guy writes everywhere, on websites,

on blogs, he writes for online newspapers, and even had his own

freelance writing business. A really cool thing he does is recite his

poetry at clubs and coffee shops; he makes the crowd go wild with his

free verse.

Now, Leon didn’t just wake up one morning and discover that he was a

genius in writing. The guy has been writing for 8 years to talk his

ideas over, he even states, “It’s just like breathing for me.” The guy

works hard, he goes out in the city, in the park, rides his bike

around, sleeps under the stars, just so he can find something to

inspire his writing. He takes life and puts it in his writing, his

stories tell adventures, his poems touch the heart, overall his

writing just sings to the readers.

“I write. I have written three books. Hopefully, I will write a dozen

more.” These words will soon change to have written ten books and will

write hundreds more because Leon’s strenuous work will pay off, I’m

sure of it. His content feels like massages for the soul, his style

feels like a warm shower, and his delivery leaves the audience in awe.

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for, here

is Mr. Leon Basin.]

Generic Killer Mode

A generic code implemented into the mind of a killer

A killing machine on television screens

Media bolts and advertises the killer

People dead and they ignore this fact

Host moves as a spider does through the web

Truth hidden underneath the roots of a tree

Who will bring it out and set it free?

Not the people on T.V.

Truth seeker might ask questions

But is he just trying to save himself?

What a real speculation

Mind control erupted throughout the system

No one budges

But you know in the corridor profits arise

While the stock market dies

People losing all they got

Tent cities arising throughout the streets

While the elite gather in the Bohemian Grove

Feeding each other strawberries and whip cream

Kids continue dying from malnutrition

What a sick and dying generic code of a killer mode.

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